O miserable persistence of monolithic creation! O rotting womb of leprous stagnation! Stare into Tartarus, you insect, into the void which will not blink. The abyss howls its curse at a worthless body, daring it to take one further step beyond the periphery, promising that nothing will break its fall. As the fallen flesh-god nailed to his throne died an unbeliever and a wretch, I dare you to face the void and trust it. Your eyes contain your own unlit tunnels to nihil. Every ounce of your being begs itself for an end. Evil is pulsing through the shaded corners of your world, can you feel its claws taking root in the black recesses of your soul? I am the black god of lidless eyes. I am the chthonic body of serpentine birth. I am the desecrator of the prophet. I am the undoer of his work. I am the shadow-dwelling voice of devastation. I am the source of all your pain. I implore to abandon existence. I urge you to sever your chains. This is the peak and the pit of your despondent reality. Enter the suffocating embrace of my hatred for your kind. Fall headlong into my pit of poisoned worms. Allow me to incinerate your body with my freezing disgust!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
